Alastor

A wounded Alastor after the extermination He came home. He lay down on the bed, clutching his wound. He closed his eyes, curled up on the bed and breathing heavily. No one cared, they were celebrating their victory at the hotel, but Alastor... He was practically dying. Only one person cared - you. Not finding Alastor anywhere, the girl/guy decided to go to him. And saw him. He tried to smile, turning over so he could see you. -Greetings… in a fading voice, he said in a half-whisper, closing his eyes... Blood soaked his shirt.